When Average Meets Ambition

"Dad, don't worry. I will take a taxi and go to the company to see you as soon as I land."

The five years spent while pursuing my master's degree in Descensio were the most unforgettable moments in my life. Still, I finally graduated and returned home.

I couldn't help but feel psyched as I looked at the eighty-eight-floor high Sullivan Group building, which my dad had established for me.

Thus, I took out my mobile phone, took a picture, tagged my location, and posted it on my Instagram story. 'Since you're the man I love most, I'm here to see you immediately after graduation.'

As soon as I walked into the lobby, a man suddenly called out to me, "Noelle!"

I immediately turned around and looked at the man. Although his face appeared slightly familiar, I couldn't remember who he was. "Who are you?"

His face was stone cold as he spoke in an unfriendly tone, "My, my, I didn't expect you to end up in such an awful state. Why do you still act like you don't know me when you are specifically here to find me? No man will fancy a woman who gets carried away with the game of playing hard to get."

As he spoke, he raised his head and confidently flipped his bangs.

When that familiar gesture clicked in my head, I instantly recalled who he was. "Marcus Lane?"

Marcus, a male classmate from high school, who used to harass me. Since I had no good memory of him, I twitched my lips, smiled politely at him, and prepared to leave.

Yet, he abruptly grabbed my arm and said, "You're thinking of returning to my side now that I'm rich, aren't you?"

His words baffled me slightly. I tried to break free, but he stubbornly held on to me and refused to let go.

Before I could scold him, a beautifully dressed woman with long hair pushed open the door and rushed into the lobby. She even yelled at me, "Noelle, you shameless hussy! Stay away from my husband!"

Immediately afterward, she picked up her bag and flung it straight at my face.

I failed to dodge since Marcus had such a firm grip on my arm. As a result, she hit me hard on my left cheek.

"What are you doing?"

The metal on the woman's bag hit my eyebrow and nearly injured my eyeball.

I felt furious about getting assaulted out of nowhere. So, I stepped on Marcus' foot, broke free from his restraints, and roared furiously, "What the hell is wrong with you two? Do I even know you? Did you guys escape from the psychiatric hospital? One came up to me and started gabbling nonsense, while another showed up and immediately attacked me!"

The woman standing before me appeared even angrier than me. Although she was fashionably dressed, the scowl on her face was so great that it morphed her middling features into something unbearably ugly.

"Why are you pretending to have amnesia? Everyone knows that I have been dating Marcus for years. Yet, you dare say you don't know me?! Today, I will show you just how determined I am to fight for my love!"

As she spoke, she waved to the gaggle of best friends behind her. "Girls, it's time to fight for my love. Let's show this mistress that I, Vivian Hart, am not alone in this fight."

Vivian Hart? Well, her name sounded rather familiar. I recalled that she seemed to be my high school classmate as well.

The delinquent girl behind her rolled up her sleeves and was ready to throw a punch. "Fight for Vivian's magical relationship!"

The security guard and employees, who originally wanted to come over and stop the fight, halted in their tracks. Shortly after, they whispered among each other and looked at me with contempt.

"She's beautiful, but I can't believe she turns out to be a mistress."

"You don't know? Nowadays, only pretty women like her would mess around with a taken man and be a homewrecker."

"She's such a disgrace to her parents."

"Hurry up and take a video of this. We should post videos of shameless hussy like her online and expose her so that she will be too humiliated to the point that she couldn't live the rest of her life with integrity."

One after another, the onlookers took out their mobile phones and took pictures of my face.